Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United States and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Cosmic Jokers to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.